this morning #444.

this morning, building on something he had been building up to for days, he asked her to sit down on the couch, poured a cup of tea for her & broke the news. come tomorrow, they were coming to take him away. ha ha. jk. he tried again. tomorrow was the first of the month & his time was up. he’d tried to find a way out but he was already in too deep. there was a guy who he’d met at the track a few months ago & though he should’ve known better than to trust some guy he met at the track, he’d always been highly suggestible. he’d heard words like “low risk” & “high return” & “sure thing” & he was in. those buzzwords weren’t true. now, the rent had come due. he was screwed.